Envie De Voyager

Kurogane Suabara by Tokusei Kanata

BEST READ WHEN IN THE SMALLEST FONT SIZE. (At least, on my tablet, it was like that)

I once knew him.

I knew every inch of the shoulders I wished I could rest on.
I knew every centimetre of the arms that I wished would cradle and lift me.
I knew every millimetre of the pale, yet lively lips that had made my young heart flutter.
I knew the eyes that would look into mine and make me feel irreplaceable and remind me of my worth to him.
I knew the passion that flowed through every vein, the desire to achieve that flooded his lungs, and the ultimate selflessness that resided in his heart.

I once knew the rose before me.

I know that he had been turned into iron

Something inside of him changed, the passion had turned into an obsession, desire had turned to thirst, and selflessness had turned to utter apathy.
Something inside of him changed, his eyes only hunted and saw nothing else besides the victory he lusts for and mission he had set for himself.
Something inside of him changed, his lips now only held edge and sarcasm, spewing lies and breaking my poor, fragile heart.
Something inside of him changed, his arms now only brought about pain, his hands only intent on grasping delusion.
Something inside of him changed, his shoulders now reached absolute zero.

I don't know him anymore.

He must remember himself.

This is not him, for I know that within him, the warmth still remains, for he has always held the weight of the world on his shoulders.
This is not him, for I know that while his arms crave victory, they also grasp and pull others up.
This is not him, for I know his lips are simply hiding the truth he cannot tell.
This is not him, for I know that his eyes always look to the future, one that will be good for all.
This is not him, for I know that his passion and desire are always in the right place, and he is just confused and distressed right now.

I will shatter those iron thorns.

He must remember me.

Remember that I leaned on him for support, for he was the only who would accept me.
Remember that I needed his guidance to figure out what to do next and his push spurred me.
Remember that his words were the only sweet honey that had ever come to my ears and that all else were bitter and sour.
Remember that I couldn't see my own potential, and that only he could see me in a positive light.
Remember that my passion was only there because I saw him as a beacon.

Return to the beautiful rose he once was.

You.
Know.
Remember.
Iron.
Rose.

Me.
Peculiarity.
Beyond.
Elucidate.
Evanesce.

Woah, that was incredibly moody. Anyway, that was just an 'in the moment' kind of thing. I felt that I did not quite understand or feel the intense relationship between Kanata and Suabara. But as time went by, I realised that there was to be some sort of desperation—Suabara, the one she had always looked to for support, had come back, but different. She understands that people change, but the effects were so drastic that she could not shake the feeling it wasn't natural. The poem shows the bond between the two and the importance of Suabara in her own life, and serves as a painful reminder to me.  Anyway, enjoy this little piece written by the poet/artist Kanata, as well as the attached media. Kanata herself is both a writer and an artist, and as such, her diary contains drawings and writings similar to here.

I plan on releasing a compendium of one-shots and data bits to supplement the current book.

P.S.Sorry for the terrible drawing. Best I could do with the time I had.